The Simplicity Of Our Infinity ~aarmau fanfic~

~Simple~

Trigger warning: abuse and suicidal thoughts.

Aphmau's POV

*Play Song*

"Okay, so...you are telling me, that these are fish eggs?!" Crystal exclaims, referring to the abundance of orbs on her sushi roll.

"Yes,  Crystal. Those are indeed fish eggs." Katelyn affirmed.

"SEE?! THIS IS WHY I EAT PIZZA THERE IS NO MYSTERIES WITH PIZZA!" Crystal shouted, disrupting everyone else in the Japanese restaurant.

"Its sushi, sushi is good. EAT IT CRYSTAL!" Kawaii~chan bumps into our conversation, stuffing her face with uncooked salmon.

"eAt  iT cRyStaL." Crystal mocked silently.

"I CAN HEAR YOU YA KNOW NYA!"

"Guys, calm down or they're going to kick us out again." Ein commanded almost gently, smirking before wrapping his arm around me.

I flinch at his touch, feeling him apply pressure against the bruise on my side.

I bite my lip, looking to the ceiling in silent plea.

I hear a slight growl.

Ein and I have been dating now for about a couple months, and its been—

My thoughts are interrupted by the jingling of the bell on the restaurant's front door.

I turn my head towards there momentarily, seeing Aaron, hooded and masked, shuffle out of the restaurant. 

I sigh, which results in me grimacing due to the wound on my chest.

Ein pinches me. His secret way of telling me that I was showing my pain.

Why...why do I have to be in this position?

Why did I get myself into this?

Why do I stay?

Everyone was still laughing and smiling, even Ein.

But not me.

Well, probably because he can take his anger out on me.

*

The moment we enter the vicinity of his house, Ein slams the door then wastes no time thrusting me up the wall by my arms, pinning me to the wall.

"You bitch." He hissed, his breath hot against my skin. "One job. That's all you have—to look happy."

All I can do is whimper in response, the tears habitually gathering. 

"You look—gods—like a depressed sack of potatoes!" He releases his grip on me, causing me to fall abruptly

I come in contact with the cold floor, barely able to catch myself, still surprised with my constant weakness.

As I start to look up at him, he smacks me straight across the back of my head.

He can't hit my face—he won't—because I can't cover up those kind of bruises.

I scream in agony, causing him kick me in chest so I lose air.

"You never listen to me—never. They can hear you, you dumb whore!" 

He yells, and hits. Then hits, and yells. Sometimes solely one or the other, but Ein likes his variation. 

That's not all he does, which is probably why I still let this happen. Sometimes he's sweet, sometimes he smiles. Sometimes I believe I'm something with him. At least that's what I tell myself, but that's not it. 

It's because I'm weak. I'm afraid. I'm nothing. And those small moments are all I have.

I haven't told anyone about the abuse. In a way, it felt wrong, but also—still—because of the fear.

Fear is what I feel will eventually kill me, as it has been doing so, slowly throughout my life. 

This was just the grand finale. 

It would eventually happen, when Ein would land a hit or a kick the wrong way, and it would be over.

It would all be over. 

Ein even said if I did—if I told anyone, he would take me away. Or if I struggled more, he'd hurt others that I loved.

I can't let that happen. I can't let him hurt them, especially because of me. 

I don't...know what to do anymore. So I just idle. I take the beatings. I take the scars. I take the pain, because no other alternative exists. 

I know Aaron has been heartbroken for a while, watching us from afar the past few months. I know how he may feel for me, but this is for the best. Plus, he's still clinging to the Old Aphmau. The one before Ein. Before everything.

I am not the girl anymore, and I couldn't deal with seeing Aaron's disappointment. Not now, not ever. 

He deserves someone whole, whereas me? I'm just bits and pieces and Ein is at the ready with a dust pan.

He...makes me pretend we are a happy couple. Tries to keep this side of him hidden. In public, he's a dream. In private, he's a nightmare.

And Ein doesn't only hit and yell...

Gods.

He makes me...do other things too.

Ein huffs a breath before stomping off into the kitchen, probably to get himself a beer. Probably three. 

There are a few moments before I'm finally able to catch my breath, silently sobbing.

Knowing if he saw me cry, he'd hit me again.

Katelyn's POV

We've all been so blind.

Oooooh this got dark fast...

JUST LIKE TES OMG I JUST NOTICED THIS